Well if I had a fiddle, and if I could play it well
The sound of my a-fiddling would ring out like a bell
No I’d never stop my fiddling, not morning noon nor night
I’d play it beneath the stormy clouds, out beneath the stars so bright
Well if I had a fiddle, and if I could play it good
I’d play it on the city streets, I’d play it in the woods
I’d play it at a party right till the police came
And if my fingers started to bleed, I’d keep playing just the same
Yeah if I had a fiddle, and a fancy car besides
I’d go and find my fancy girl and I’d take her for a ride
We’d stop by Hunter’s Hillside and we’d stroll up to the top
And there I’d play my fiddle for her till she asked me please to stop
Yeah if I had a fiddle, and if I had a lass
I’d drive her down the road a piece until we run out of gas
And I’d play that fiddle for her till we got a ride back to town
And if she offered me a kiss, well I’d throw that fiddle down
But I do not have a fiddle, and I do not have a bow
Just a ’96 Tacoma and a heart that loves you so
And I hope that you’ll accept me, and if you won’t, well, you can bet
I’ll be a-heading down to the music store to buy me a drum set
The instrumental ensemble Dt/IG straddles the line between folk and classical, stirring acoustics augmented by sumptuous arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 29, 2023